Lines so delicately places on your handsome face
Attest to your strength ans grace.
For you, Grandfather, have run this race
And proven you deserve this place.

But instead you pass the batton to one with oppurtunity
One with zeal, will, and security.
For in you she has seen chaos turn to sanity
And from that learned to handle calamity.

She grasps each work you speak
For to her you are never weak.
Your quiet spirit causes some to call you weak
But to her you are on the highest peak.

You are the reason she must not fail
And the strength to avail.
You are the reason she must not be frail
And her most important scale.

This girl is your grandaughter, Me.
You have opened my eyes to see
All that I can be
And I have become your greatest devotee